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THE CLOCK IS TICKING

A SERIES OF POETRY AND PHOTOGRAPHS

Overcast cloud, hello again, cant believe, it settled in. mood changes with this weather its not making this, any better, since the dark has appeared, oh please disappear.

you came back, back for more, to see me crying, on the floor, but those feelings, went out that door, because I’ve got my pride, so go on that ride; we are no longer allied. possibly will consider you, my friend but that wont happen until this storm, ends but hopefully it wont extend because the weather channel lies and only the wise, know that the the truth is under disguise

you came back, back for more to see me crying, on the floor but those feelings, went out that door because I’ve got my pride so go on that ride we are no longer allied these words were disputed as we were outside I screamed please die approaching closer I said why!

you came back, back for more to see me crying, on the floor but those feelings, went out that door because I’ve got my pride so go on that ride we are no longer allied

the rain and your personality blended by the look of your face it wasn’t pretend so the rain fell down from the sky and landed on your eye as I said my goodbyes.

OVERCAST CLOUD

 

 

DECEITFUL JOURNEY

As a child I have been headstrong and did spontaneous things growing up clipped those wings which dropped me to the ground so I had to stop and look around and I noticed these different routes.

I found myself debating on which path I should continue with. I was fighting myself and other’s could tell as well that those façade figures were on my shoulders ,the angel and the devil aka heaven or hell.

Now the angel was my spirit, mind and soul, which was what the devil wanted to control he only got away with two of those qualities which lead me into a rocky road. Lost and in despair without a conscious It feels as though he over empowered my confidence.

Somehow I found my way, I call it luck. I am grateful for these insidious smucks. If it wasn't for the darkness I wouldn't have found my way. followed directions to a specific place It may be coincidence, but to me it's fate. AHA! I screamed there was my mind and soul in a casket! However, it was quite tricky to retrieve. The only way to get it out was to pull an Uma Therman kill bill move so I decided to have faith that maybe I can dig it out of this grave.

When I finally grasped it in my hands I promised myself to never let it go As I proceeded on with my journey My mind tricked me with some play back I forgave myself in order to get back on track. Now that I had full attention There was another fork on the road and I chose the steady one which allowed me to search deep down within my soul. and if there are battles ahead I will fight them like a warrior.

UNREAD LETTER

After my Nona has passed away, this quote has recited in my head “Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.” Considering that the print was faint it reflects the memories and antique objects that were left behind. Even though the memories on the print may be faint, the memories in my head will always remain. I love you Nonna and this body of work is dedicated to you R.I.P.

Dusted room, full of surprises precious treasures were left behind secrets were intertwined, in journals sealed with butterflies.

finally was set free, painted the words in the sky noticed a hidden message, felt tears in my eyes.

memories are flashing past me of your soothing words, a flowing lullaby, you were slowly erasing my thoughts, and putting me to sleep. was once a little girl, who loved another, I loved you like you were my mother.

you left me, and I had no other choice but to follow my dreams live life, and do me. I’m making my desires become reality. you are my inspiration, I will grasp my expectations.

I hope you will see, as you are flying free. oh yes beautiful butterfly I will follow my dreams, keep flying high, high above me

© 2014 by FLAVIA DIBARTOLO'S PHOTOGRAPHY.

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